Poetry – The Long Table

The Long Table

Cowering in his bunker

                At the end of a long table.

Fist full of death.

                Escape? He is unable.

Putin the oppressor

                Fake news and conspiracy.

Dealing out destruction

                Deaf to every plea.

Opher – 23.3.2022

I had a picture of Putin cowering at the end of his long table, distancing himself from the world, isolated and alone.

He looked weak, threatened and pathetic.

This was a man scared of his own shadows.

All he had left was a desire to hit out.